From an Upper Floor

Author: Veronica Hallissey

  • Gift of Time

    I am in a January which thinks it is an April. I fully expect to see the rose in bloom and perhaps it is. In my mind I have transplanted the marigolds and set the annuals in their proper places. In my part of the world I awake. It is dawn and I prepare for…

  • A Toast

    May the winter sun warm you and the winter moon house your heart. May the world set the stage for your dreams. And may love choreograph your life. Look up! With these the New Year will be rich.

  • Christmas Lullaby

    The moon assists the drama heralding the arrival of the event locked within memory. A place, deep within time’s measure nudges from familiar territories the clockwise turn of events. Incense, sweet hay, pungent holly, sweeping palms, evergreen. The eye follows the moon rays to find the final beam lodged in our heart. The ear strains…

  • An Offering

    In all things good we ask that a Light so shine that the good works which are ours will glorify and exemplify all that is true and divine,  both within us and within the Earth.   We ask  Divine guidance be placed upon our heads and within our hearts that we may bring to light all…

  • Waiting For Santa Claus

    The bare floor of the landing, midway to the top of the stairs. began to bite her knees and she grew weary. Her chin pressed the ledge of the frozen window where her breath left a misty hole. Her eyes followed the range of the stars, afraid, afraid of missing the sainted friend who would…

  • A Life Worthy

    Life is kind to those who treat her kindly.  But if intensity, with its power is used, then life desires to meet her match.  And uses the match for preparation to a higher glory that has little bearing on what one believes.   It is not a matter of life in a hereafter that has one…

  • Great Songs Will Be Sung

    Should you find the need to tell your story in words, think mightily on them and they will be caught up in the air’s currents and carried on the birds’ wings. They will reach the ears they were designed for. You will find you are not alone and in this infinite universe you will be…

  • Thanksgiving

    THANK YOU My days are filled with murmuring thanks for gifts unbidden. . . . for the stray thought giving answers to questions I did not ask. . . . for the beating heart too tired even to stop and glad that it does not. . . . for the quivering morning poised to take…

  • The Invited Guest

                            I once knew a good carpenter                         who, with hammer and saw                         and wood and file                         showed me how to build a chair.                         I did and sat on it                         and then decided  I needed a table.                         With hammer and saw                         and wood and file,                         I built a…

  • the first snow